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  The nurse discusses some questions about my medication and the doctor tells her to make some changes and then turns to me with a smile. “You have a final scan this afternoon, and if everything looks good, we will send you home tomorrow. That is, if you feel ready to go.”

  “Oh my God! Yes! I am ready!”

  “You need to set up therapy appointments and continue with counseling. Have you arranged a ride to get home?”

  “Of course she has.” Liam snarls, and is on his feet, trying to intimidate my doctor.

  “On a motorcycle?” I don’t know if that is wise,” he says.

  “In a car or on my bike. All you need to know is I will bring her home where she belongs. She is my wife and my responsibility.”

  I keep forgetting our lie, but smile when I hear him speak those words. One of the first days I woke up, Liam let me know he had told everyone that we were married so he could be with me. I try to diffuse the awkward situation now between him and my doctor.

  “Oh, please, Dr. Mackey. I want to go on the bike so bad! It’s been so long! I promise I will wear a helmet.”

  Liam smiles and is super happy at my outburst.

  Dr. Mackey on the other hand thinks, Oh yeah, I forgot this was a biker chick. Ha. If he only knew the truth.

  “It should be fine if you are sure that is what you want. Wear a helmet and you be careful.” He says the last part pointing at Liam.

  The doctor and nurse leave us alone and we are ecstatic. We are going home tomorrow!

  We just sit around with Liam holding my hand and making a few phone calls until the guy comes to take me for my final scan. I see Liam take off in the opposite direction down the hall when I am wheeled away for the scan. I always imagine he is smoking and making use of his free time. He has been so wonderful and by my side every minute. I hope things stay the same when we get home.

  Later in the evening I have visitors from the club and we are all so excited about my release. Megan didn’t come, but Gypsy is here with her parents. Liam has a tense conversation with Gypsy’s mom that I try to listen to, but there is too much chatter going on. I think it is something about me being at the clubhouse. I hope he isn’t throwing me out of our room. I am too distracted by their conversation to pay attention to Gypsy. Finally, the nursing staff tells us it is time for everyone to leave. No sadness this time, as we know I will be home tomorrow.

  I take my shower on my own tonight and see Liam on his phone when I return to my bed. I convinced myself in the shower to just ask Liam about the conversation he had with Gypsy’s mom. If I ignore it, he will never volunteer any information and I will imagine the worse all night long. Waiting patiently for him to finish his call, I am propped up in my bed with the covers pulled up to just beneath my breasts. Liam stands so he can be closer to me while still talking to someone on the phone. He absently begins caressing my neck and my shoulder. His eyes take on a trance like look as he continues going lower and lower. I, too, am transfixed by his actions. I feel warm and tingly all over and want more.

  How can he be on the phone? Other than his glazed-over eyes, he seems totally unaffected.

  I look down and see his big dark hand on the top of my breasts. When I look up, he is speaking on the phone, but now he is looking deeply into my eyes as he lowers his hand into my gown and takes my breast completely in his hand. My mouth parts on a gasp, and I can only close my eyes at the sensation. I am feeling so much. So many firsts for me. The novels I have been reading are nothing compared to this.

  Liam ends his call and gives me a huge wet, open mouth kiss. His tongue tames mine and swirls over and over. Never in my life could I have ever imagined this. His tongue strokes the roof of my mouth at the same time he pinches my nipple hard. I am uncertain if it is right or wrong for me to enjoy such rough treatment, but I do. The feeling goes straight to my core. He backs off of the kiss a little and tries to cool things off. I see him trying to get a hold of himself and put a stop to things. My eyes go immediately to his crotch and I see it is straining against his zipper and I think he will burst out of his jeans. It actually looks painful to me. I raise my eyes to meet his and I see he has been watching me check him out. His eyes hold mine as he reaches down and rubs himself through his jeans. I want it. I want to reach out and stroke him with my hand the same way he is doing it. I look down at his hand going up and down his bulge and feel myself breathing heavy all of a sudden. Nothing matters to me except this. I forget where I am. I forget someone could walkin on us at any minute. I forget I have no real experience. I just want.

  He lowers his head to kiss me again when a staff member walks in and breaks things up. She busies herself taking my dinner tray from earlier and giving me fresh ice water. It takes her forever to take my stats and give me my night meds. We have a little chat as I will be out of here by time she starts her shift tomorrow night. I have been treated so well here. I feel close to a lot of the staff. I know which ones have kids, and I know the names of their kids, and all about their activities. It has been a long stay, but I was treated so wonderfully.

  As she heads out the door, I am brave enough to look at Liam. He looks sad not angry. I smile a small smile, and he smirks back at me and says, “Tomorrow we are home, and no interruptions.”

  So, sadly, it is over for now. I look up at the TV show he has on and eventually he reaches over and takes my hand. I fall off to sleep earlier than I planned, as always.

  I am up and dressed by eight a.m and ready to leave but the hospital is dragging along. We wait for the prescriptions. We wait for future appointments. The doctor didn’t sign off on something or other. It is one delay after another. The food people actually come in around ten to take my lunch order. No, I just want to go home. Liam is cool and assures me this is typical for a hospital.

  A few of the guys show up to make the long ride home with us. They each take some of my belongings and bring my helmet and leather jacket. I am ok with the helmet, but frown at the jacket. Liam reaches out and takes it.

  “In case of rain. You never know. I want to have it in the saddle bags.”

  “Oh, ok,” I say, and I am giddy and bubbling over with excitement.

  “Are you sure you can make the long trip on the bike?” he asks me.

  “Of course I can! I need that, after being cooped up in here for so long.”

  The guys are taking my things to load on their bikes or whatever, and Liam asks them to do something for him when they go, but I am not sure what.

  So we sit and wait some more. Liam takes my hand and says, “I was talking to Jury’s old lady last night.”

  My ears perk up at this. I forgot how curious I was to know about their conversation. When Liam does those things to me, I forget everything else.

  “So, we aren’t going to the house yet. I need you to be at the club for a little bit. I have a lot of business to take care of, being away for so long. At the club, there will be plenty of people to take care of you for me. As soon as I finish my business, we will move home for good. It shouldn’t take longer than a week for me to take care of my business.”

  “Your business? You mean like hunting down and killing Russell?” I ask so quietly and I can’t believe my courage.

  He looks angry and resents my comment.“Don’t worry about it. I told you a long time ago to stay out of my business.”

  “Liam, I don’t want you to do that anymore. It will only hurt you. You cannot kill someone. Please. I don’t mind going to court or whatever, if that’s what worries you. I am ok; I promise I can do this. Please, Liam. Don’t let this make you become a murderer. It’s wrong. It will ruin your life and burn your soul.”

  “Stay out of my fucking head, little girl. Mind your own business. Don’t try to tell me what to do. Don’t mouth off with your religious bullshit to me, honey. Anyway, this definitely won’t be my first murder, so that soul was scorched a long time ago, and many times over.”

  I look at the floor. I can’t bear to look at him. How can he be so evil
and so good at the same time? I hate not knowing what to do. My entire life has been with a certain kind of people that live a certain way. I have only been out in the world a short while. I know all the good outweighs the bad in all of my new friends. I just don’t know about Liam. To say he has murdered numerous times? I just can’t understand this. He is so good and kind and caring to me. I always thought murderers were all in jail. How can he be two different people at the same time? I just want to be with him. To maybe marry him someday, and have his babies. My mind tells me to run. Go to school and make my own way in the world so I can get away from all of them. But my heart belongs to all of them. Especially Liam.

  “Fine. I just don’t want you to take vengeance for me. I don’t need it!” I say and cross my arms in front of me. I wish I didn’t have to ride behind him all the way home. I wish I could ask one of these other guys who are here to ride with us. But, of course, mousey me would never speak up and say that. I just wait to be released. Focus on school. Focus on being free. Try to stop loving Liam.

  “Maybe you don’t need it. But I sure as hell do. You were almost dead when I found you. He almost killed you. He would have raped you if he could have got the job done!”

  He stops as the nurses, followed by the Horsemen, enter the room. Liam has such a booming voice and he was yelling so loudly, I am sure they heard him.

  I feel the blood rush to my face in embarrassment. The nurse asks if I am certain everything is alright and if I am sure the arrangements to take me home are ok with me still. I assure her and sign the release papers and take my written instructions from her as she hugs me. She makes strong eye contact with me, trying to read me for any signs of fear. I smile and assure her everything is good. Liam begins applying sunscreen to every exposed inch of skin, ending on my face. This must be what he asked the guys to grab for him earlier. That’s Liam, always thoughtful. Except when he is planning to hunt down and kill someone. And we are on our way.

  Out of some kind of respect for the President or something, the guys wait for us to get on our bike and take off first. Liam catches me looking at the other guys and reads my mind about wishing I was riding with them instead and growls, “Don’t even think about it. If I ever catch on anyone’s bike but mine, I will kill them. And I don’t want to think about what I would do to you. Probably things worse than death.”

  “Liam.”

  “Shut up!”

  I close my mouth and strap the helmet on myself as I am walking back to climb on the motorcycle. The anger is rolling off of him as he kicks the bike to start up loudly. The other two do the same and we hit the highway for the long ride home. Slowly, over the next hour, his body gets relaxed and less tense. He even reaches back and rests his hand on my jean-clad thigh. Even through the jeans it feels electric but I refuse to love him. I won’t love him.

  The rest of the ride is smooth and easy. He keeps his hand on my thigh or knee the entire way except when he uses it to drive or break or whatever he does with that hand. I enjoy the sunshine and breathe in the fresh air. I could ride for hours longer when we turn into our town and head out to the Horsemen headquarters. Everyone comes outside to greet the loud bikes upon our return. There is so much laughter and hugging and overall noise that I am able to forget about my Liam dilemma for a few minutes. We all slowly begin to go inside when the two familiar police cars pull in. Liam gets to me in an instant and pulls me to his side with his arm around me protectively. Most of the crowd goes inside. But a few guys and Liam and I wait for the cops to come up on the porch.

  “Officer,” one of the guys says.

  “Hello. Glad you are home, miss,” he says to me.“I hope this is the end of it. I hope you will give law enforcement the chance to make this right. We will get him and justice will be served. I know we all want the same thing.”

  No longer looking at me, they are staring at Liam. In fact, everyone out here is staring at Liam.

  “Alright then. You want a beer?” Liam asks.

  “No beer, but we will hang out and celebrate with you all,” the cop says.

  So all of us go inside and to my surprise there are balloons and decorations and loads of food. It is a celebration in honor of me coming home! I have never in my life had a party in my honor. I have never had a special cake for me. Ever. There is a huge cake that says Welcome Home Faith. Just like the large banner. I am so moved. I cry as old ladies, whores, and even the bikers pass me around for hugs and love.

  I have never felt so loved. I stop thinking about leaving and just enjoy my party.

  Liam smiles indulgently at me as he sits me in a chair in his place at the head of the table. He places his hands to cover my eyes. I feel the surge of electricity and desire I always get around him but I know we have a huge audience. When I hear both Megan and Gypsy say “open them!” I see before me an enormous platter piled high with chicken wings.

  “My favorite!”

  Everyone applauds and I grab one with my hand and start to eat. Liam sits to my left, where I usually sit, and starts eating too, and soon the ladies bring plate after plate of delicious food. I feel happier than ever.

  The ugliness of earlier is gone from my mind. I just feel safe and happy and most of all, loved. I love my new family here. Everyone is laughing and eating, and most of them are drinking beers and it is a real celebration.

  After the long dinner, I try to help with the cleaning up but everyone refuses to let me lift a finger. Liam pulls me to sit in the living area with him, and, in fact, pulls me onto his lap in front of everyone. After having a few beers, he excuses us and we go to the room.

  Everything in here is perfect and clean and feels like our little private home. Liam begins packing a small backpack of fresh underwear and tee shirts. I panic that he may be moving out of our room and leaving me here alone. Then he moves to the closet where he kneels down and it looks like he removes floorboards or something and begins pulling out weapons. Not hunting guns, but serious weapons.

  “Liam, what is going on?” I ask as I watch what he is collecting and my blood turns to ice. I already know the answer I am going to get, but I still have to ask him.

  “We aren’t going to get into this again. I am going to be gone for a few days. You need to rest and get well. Everyone here is going to look out for you until I get back.”

  “Liam, please don’t do this. I am afraid you will get hurt or even killed. You can’t do this. You don’t need to do this.” I hear how desperate my pleas sound, and I know he will be mad at me, but I just don’t care. I have to stop him.

  He is standing now, and has laid the weapons across the bed. He just looks at me, shaking his head and smiling, like the thought of him getting hurt is ridiculous.

  “Liam, if you don’t get hurt, this can ruin your life. You can go to prison! Think about this. What if you have children someday? What will you tell your son about why his dad went to prison?”

  His face takes on a different look as my words about having a son sinks in. I feel my own face warm. He walks to me and places his big hand on my cheek.“I will tell him the truth. I will tell him someone hurt his mother.”

  I suck in my breath. I am lost for any further words. His hand on my cheek goes around to the back of my neck as he lowers his mouth to kiss me. He presses his mouth to mine and I hear him say softy, “Open.”

  I do and our tongues entwine and I am on fire for more. Deeper and stronger. Just more, more, more when someone bangs on the door.

  Liam moans as he lifts his head and releases his hold on me. We are staring at each other, both panting for air. I want to ignore the knocking. Don’t answer it. I know they are coming to get him so they can all leave. I want to continue kissing him and take things as far as we can.

  He lets out a big sigh and kind of bumps his forehead to mine with a quick kiss on my mouth and says, “You need to get completely well. You are going to kill me.”

  I smile at the way he sounds like I have the power here. Big bad Liam says I am killing him.
Funny. He is opening the door and I lose my smile.

  Jury, Mike, and a guy called Lock enter and nod to me as they take in the guns and backpack on the bed.

  Jury says, “Prez, we have a little something we got for you as a little welcome home present and we need you to come with us to see it.” Liam looks a little frustrated by this, but nods his agreement. I think he wants to get away from me more than anything else. Everyone tilts their head to me in a kind of silent ‘see you later’ as they file out the door, leaving Liam, who just turns to stare at me for a few seconds longer. I try to will him to change his mind, but I know it is useless as he walks out, more determined than ever.

  Liam

  I am glad to take my hard on and get the hell away from that girl. She is too much. I am losing myself in her. I have never been like this before. I fucking told her I want to a have a kid with her, basically. What the fuck am I doing? Let me see what the guys want to show me and get this over with so I can get away from here and handle business.